Midnight, pitch-dark. .. ...can't remember whether they drained the pool or not... ...but, hey, what the fuck's it matter?
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Come on.
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HOPE: Baby!
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Puck Beaverton. Excellent choice. One of Mickey Wolfmann's bodyguards.
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Did I miss an episode? I love you guys every Sunday night, 8 p.m.
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Why are you telling me this? [GROANS] I'm sorry, Doc.
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I think it's time we had one of our chats. Uh...
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I don't know.
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SORTILÈGE: Bigfoot's partner? Fucking Bigfoot's partner? Oh, fuck. SORTILÈGE: Bigfoot's air of possessed melancholy now began to make sense. This was mourning, all right.
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Cute, huh? My tits aren't really that big, but it's the thought that counts. Now, did, uh, all of you ladies pose for these? A guy over in North Hollywood does custom work.
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I'm like, you know...
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My mom? Yeah, what would you do? - You know, wouldn't you try to help her? - Yeah. I think...
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- You saved my life... - Ugh... ...now you're responsible for it. No, man. No, that's not true.
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I do get the feeling you'd rather be someplace else. Yeah. Back where I was would be nice.
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They may have been in on the raid at Channel View Estates. Remember that place, Bigfoot?
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So you're dealing smack? No, but they use Chick Planet as a front to launder money.
